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This is my 10th time,
Looking myself in the mirror.
(Sigh)
It's a shame to say,
My reflection just get's blurrier.
Yesterday, I saw an image.
Everything was so foggy...
I couldn't tell if it was me,
Or the Devil.
My eyes were indeed blood-shot red,
Mom used'ta tell me,
"Don't ever hide monster's under the bed!"
I finally understood,
What she meant.


©MH
Thank you for reading, feedback would definitely be appreciated. More poetry stories coming soon!
 May 2019 Nsmith15
ceara
Two Birds
 May 2019 Nsmith15
ceara
you were a jungle bird
in high heels,colourful clothes
the rest were black crows
jaundiced beaks,
mean souls.
 May 2019 Nsmith15
Syv Elena
I rather have the world hate me
Because I am fat
Those horrid few extra pounds
That are not in my head

I rather want them to see me as a monster
With the body of an elephant
With the claws of a lobster
And with the head of a pelican

Than a person with Autism

I rather have the world hate me
Because I am a witch
A disgusting heathen
Who befriends spirits

I rather want them to see me as a heretic
Who dyes their hair with unholy colors
Who's style is alternative
Who's had multiple lovers

Than a person with Autism

I wish I was normal
Because I'd rather be all that above
Than an autistic individual
That no one loves
The world doesn't accept people like me but loves to pretend that it does.
 May 2019 Nsmith15
Syv Elena
AAAAAAAAA
I type
To my friend
I'm happy

AAAAAAAAA
I yell
At my screen
I'm angry

AAAAAAAAA
I think
In my head
I'm going crazy

One letter
With so many meanings
How am I supposed to differentiate?
I'm sad

I can't tell
If people are serious
I can't tell
If people are mad

I can't tell
If we are enemies
I can't tell
If we are friends

It's black
It's white
But never grey

It's one
Or the other
But never the same

AAAAAAAAA
#autism amirite
 May 2019 Nsmith15
Harri
Smile.
“I’m fine.”
Smile.
“Just tired.”
Smile.
“oh, sorry, I’ve been busy.”
Smile.
Smile.
Smile.

It’s funny,
isn’t it?
How hard it is to tell the difference
between a smile

and a grimace.

It’s funny,
isn’t it?
How people are so willing
to swallow a lie,
If it’s what they want to hear,

And you’re baring your teeth.
तंबाकू धीमी हत्यारी है
इसकी नहीं किसी से यारी है
चिलम पीने से सबसे पहले
चिलम की साफी भूरी होती है
फिर पीने वालों की हथेली भूरी होती है
अंत में फेफड़ों की चूरी होती है
शरीर में दुर्गंध आने लगती है
बुढ़ापे में सांस नहीं आती है
बुरी खांसी उठती है
खांसते-खांसते मरना पड़ता है
घर वाले भी कमरा अलग कर देते हैं
जो हमेशा बलगम से भरा रहता है

जो तंबाकू चबाते हैं
वे सारा दिन थूकते रहते हैं
सारा दिन हथेली गंदी रखते हैं
घर और सार्वजनिक दीवारों को गंदी करते हैं
दूसरों के तिरस्कार का शिकार बनते हैं
अंत में अपने ही जबड़े दांत और
मुंह की त्वचा गंवा बैठते हैं

जो लोग तंबाकू सूंघते हैं
वह हमेशा नाक में अंगुली रखते हैं
सारा दिन छींकते रहते हैं
अपनी नाक काली कर लेते हैं
बुढ़ापे में छींकते- छींकते मरते हैं

उपरोक्त तीनों प्रकार के तंबाकू नशेड़ी
दूसरे लोगों को निष्क्रिय नशेड़ी बनाते हैं
तंबाकू की फैक्ट्री में काम करने वालों का जीवन भी हर लेते हैं
तंबाकू छोड़ना ही बुद्धिमानी है
इसको ना छूने की कसम खानी है
खुद के साथ आने वाली पीढी भी बचानी है।
 May 2019 Nsmith15
Donna
Holding hands , smiling
together , laughing sharing
Love is wonderful
This one is for my husband Dean who forever supports me and is always trying to help and care for me especially when my aniexty kicks in , loving him is the best medicine I ever going to need xxxxx ❤️
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